CHAPTER FORTY-TWOAfter Conroy and I finished our talk, I got on the phone.
“Hey, Jinx,” I said.
“Well, have you decided?”
“I’m fine, thank you. And, yes, I think I’ve decided.”
“Oh, good! So will you support me?” True to form, Jinx ignored my little joke at her expense.
“Actually, before I answer, could we meet? I just have one or two more questions for you.”
“Questions?” Jinx sounded appalled.
“You did say you’d provide reassurance you’d keep your end of the bargain. I’d like to see some proof of that, before I agree to anything.”
Jinx sputtered. “Well, of course. I can arrange that.”
“So … can we meet? At your place, perhaps?”
“No, no. How about that coffee place? Java on the Beach?”
Another round of parry and thrust with Jinx in a tiny dump that smelled like rotten fish? Than
